Loading...Alexus Mitchell sat quietly behind the library information desk hoping no one would come up to her with questions. She desperately wanted to be back sorting and filing the returned books and straightening up the stacks. It was far more peaceful and she didn’t have to worry that someone might be making fun of her.
And the poor girl had reason to feel that way. All her life, she had suffered from poor vision and had to wear glasses. Even as a child, before she entered kindergarten, she had to wear large, heavy-framed glasses because the optician had convinced her parents that children shouldn’t be trusted with the more stylish, more fragile frames available. With Robert, her older brother, already a playground bruiser, her parents were easily convinced.
But the glasses had been the focus of Alexus’ torment, torment far worse than most children endure from their peers. None of it took physical shape, not after Robert made the only boy to push her eat dirt.
However, the resulting verbal abuse – taunting and jeering – lowered the already shy girl’s self-esteem to even lower levels. She made few friends and went straight home every day to watch cartoons and old sitcoms while eating junk food. She also buried herself in books – both for school and for her own escapism. But the lack of activity and the snacking, naturally, led her to put on weight. And this added another factor to the ceaseless childhood teasing.
Her parents didn’t understand what was wrong with their little girl. But they had no idea of how much their little Alexus was the schoolyard joke. Robert did but couldn’t seem to make their parents understand.
So he became the closest thing she had to a friend. He made sure no one hurt his little sister and even tried to stop them from picking on her. But he couldn’t be with her all day since he was two grades ahead of her.
In high school, like all students, she was required to take physical education classes. Alexus hated them. Hated having to change clothes and shower with others. Hated having her roly-poly body on display for all to laugh at. Hated being unable to participate without looking awkward and clumsy.
And she still wore thick-framed glasses.
By this time, her parents finally seemed to understand that their love and her brother’s love just wasn’t enough to overcome the girl’s engrained shyness. They tried to help her open up and feel better about herself. She vowed to try.
At her brother’s urging, she asked about getting nicer glasses. Her parents agreed and she got an attractive pair of wire-frames with a new type of thin lenses that allowed her to see without the ugly glasses she was used to.
Robert also helped her to lose weight. He was on the varsity football and baseball teams and finally convinced Alexus to run with him every morning before school. At first, she hated running and hated her brother for putting her through the torture. But mostly she hated herself for being so fat.
In a few months, she was able to keep up with Robert easily as the weight melted away. She began to look like what she really was, a lovely young girl. The problem was, even with her new glasses, she couldn’t see it.
By her senior year, she was not the outcast she had been. But her friends weren’t the socially elite of the school or the jock set. She hung out with a small group that was a mix of average kids. She was still the quiet one.
Her brother, who was attending a nearby college, talked one of his former teammates into asking his sister to the Homecoming Dance. The boy was willing as he had no date and his old girlfriend had apparently dumped him for no reason.
And he thought he’d get some action from the lonely girl.
The night of the dance, Alexus came home in tears, her dress torn at the shoulder. Robert, home for the weekend, heard her sob as she told how her date tried to make her ‘put out’.
Robert, who wasn’t normally a violent or mean person, made sure his former friend couldn’t play football for the balance of the season.
Alexus ended up going to the same college as her brother, a small state school about a hundred and fifty miles from home. She managed to get a private dorm room and then looked for a job to supplement the allowance her parents provided.
The college library was perfect. She loved it. She had access to all the books she could want. And her work kept her from having to deal with other students too much, something she naturally couldn’t avoid in classes or the dorm.
She was hired back the next year, and the next. She majored in English Literature and minored in Library Science. The last was a concession to her parents when they questioned what she could do with a degree in English Lit.
And Alexus loved her work. She could see herself becoming a librarian in a big city where she could do the behind-the-scenes work and have access to any book she wanted.
Unfortunately, this day was not one of her happier ones. Several of the other student workers called in sick and she was assigned the information desk. Already she had to deal with the usual inane questions college students ask.
She tried to ignore most of the people going by simply by keeping her eyes glued to the book she was reading. It seemed to help weed out the people who really needed information from those who just wanted to play games.
Alexus glanced up when she heard some voices raised in discussion. She frowned, a library was supposed to be quiet. Even if this was not the library proper but outside the ‘quiet zone’. Then she recognized the girls, all from one of the sororities. One was the reigning Homecoming queen, one the captain of the cheerleaders and the other was the student body representative to the school’s Board of Regents.
That last one also happened to be in one of Alexus’ elective classes: Mythology and the Origin of Heroic Fiction. Her name was Megan Watson. And she always managed to catch Alexus’ eye when the shy girl happened to glance her way.
This time was no exception. With a smile and a small wave, Megan acknowledged Alexus’ glance. Alexus’ hand started to rise to return the gesture but she stopped when it was a few inches over the book in front of her.
Then, to her surprise, Megan dismissed her two friends and walked towards Alexus with a friendly smile on her face.
‘Oh god, what does she want?’ Alexus thought. This girl, while seeming to be friendly, reminded her of one of the girls in high school who managed to make her life miserable.
“C-c-can I h-h-help…you?” Alexus managed to ask, her eyes locked on the desk in front of her.
* * * * * *
Megan Watson was almost the polar opposite of Alexus Mitchell. She was happy and outgoing. Her childhood was fun and relatively carefree.
In grade school she made several friends, a few of whom she managed to stay close to through the years. She was president of the sixth grade class and a member of the Brownies then the Girl Scouts.
By high school, she had developed into a lovely young girl. She had bright, blue-green eyes and thick blonde hair with a natural wave to it. As she matured, her figure became curvaceous.
Megan liked to play outdoors and rode her bicycle for miles and miles. She also played softball – was even the captain of the junior varsity softball team in high school. She was co-captain of the varsity cheerleader squad. And Megan was either the president or at least an officer in several of the many after-school clubs her high school sponsored.
She wasn’t picky about who she dated. She wanted to go out and have fun. If that meant a movie and Steak’n’Shake, great. If it was dinner in a restaurant and dancing that was fine too. She didn’t care as long as her date was intelligent, friendly and attentive. And definitely not full of himself. She dated jocks, socials, brains, and even some of the geeks.
Megan always made sure the prospective date knew she was out to have fun and that she would not ‘put out’. Here was where her life paralleled Alexus’.
On the night of her senior Homecoming Dance, her date didn’t seem to understand that ‘no’ meant ‘no’. As he pawed at her, she slapped him and jumped out of his car. The jerk followed her and she planted her knee solidly in his groin, the pain obviously excruciating judging by his expression and how quickly he fell to the pavement.
Becoming known as a virginal goody-two-shoes would bother a lot of people but Megan didn’t care. She had needs just like everyone else but hers led in a different direction.
She knew she was different shortly after she passed through puberty. Her friends and she would sneak looks at Playgirl magazines but she found she preferred her father’s Playboys.
Fortunately for a young girl dealing with lesbian tendencies, she was in an open-minded, loving family. Add to that the fact that her father’s favorite sister, Aunt Julia, was out of the closet and Megan never felt that there was anything wrong with her.
She never announced her lesbianism to her family for several years but she did come out to Aunt Julia. Megan never considered sex with her aunt, nor did Julia look on the young teen as a potential lover. Instead, the older woman became Megan’s support as she learned more about her interests.
Just after Megan turned eighteen, she had her first experience with another woman. A young couple had moved into the neighborhood. Megan and her mother went to welcome the newcomers. Megan and Cynthia became friends and Megan spent a lot of time over there. Steve, the husband, was away for months at a time and Megan helped keep Cynthia from being too lonely.
One afternoon, Megan came by. Finding the door unlocked, she walked in, as she often did. In the living room, she found Cynthia masturbating furiously. Megan found herself fascinated and turned on. She quietly watched as Cynthia brought herself to orgasm. Then she came into the room, startling and embarrassing the young bride.
They began to talk and soon, Cynthia was telling the young woman how she liked to masturbate when she was feeling especially lonely. She even showed Megan some of she and her husband’s favorite adult movies.
Megan finally felt she could tell another person and revealed her personal preferences to Cynthia. Before the afternoon had passed, the two became lovers and Cynthia, an avowed bisexual, showed Megan just how wonderful sex, with a loving partner, can be.
They got together whenever Steve was out of town. Cynthia told Steve of their sessions but they never tried to coerce Megan into a threesome as Megan made it clear she wasn’t interested in men sexually.
Surprisingly to Megan, Steve was very cool about that – as long as Cynthia told him, in detail, what the two women did together.
Their relationship continued until Megan left for college. It was a tearful parting but they both knew they would have wonderful memories. And Megan had the benefit of a tremendously exciting teacher. Cynthia joked that the college girls had better watch out when Megan came to town. She even gave her a t-shirt with the letters BWOC.
Megan laughed and replied, “It should be BLOC – Big Lesbian On Campus.”
Megan also had one last major thing to take care of before she left. She told her parents about her lesbianism. And, as Aunt Julia had assured her, they were loving and supportive. And not a bit surprised. They just wanted their ‘little girl’ to be happy.
Megan had fun in college. She loved learning and also enjoyed the parties and clubs in the small farm town. And the local farmgirls as well as the female collegians gave her quite a crop to pick and choose from for her more earthly desires. And, even in that small, backwater town, she didn’t have to bother with the facade of dating guys.
But the one thing she desired above all else was the special feeling of having one person who was both a lover and a friend and confidante. In three years, she had not found anyone who really filled the emotional void she felt since she and Cynthia had been lovers.
Then came the day at the library. She was there with some of her friends to study for midterms. At the information desk she saw the quiet girl who sat near her in Mythology.
Megan had been fascinated by the girl for the past two months – quiet, reserved but very cute. Megan couldn’t help wondering what she’d look like with her hair down. That quickly led to her wondering how the little brunette would look when she came. Was she a moaner? A screamer? Or was she one of those rare ones who had quiet but intense orgasms?
Megan decided it was time to explore this. It would be challenging but she loved a challenge.
“I’ll see you guys in a while. Gotta find out about a book I need,” Megan told her friends.
She walked over to the information desk. The girl, who had been glancing at her, and even started to return her wave and smile, dropped her eyes to the book in front of her.
In a quiet, nervous voice, the girl asked, “C-c-can I h-h-help…you?”
* * * * * * Alexus finally raised her eyes, peaking at the girl in front of her over her glasses. The blonde was everything Alexus wanted to be: beautiful, outgoing, poised, graceful.
Megan, for her part, looked quietly at the girl sitting timidly in front of her. She had a quiet, natural beauty that really didn’t require much makeup. Her eyes, dark brown, were framed nicely by her stylish glasses. And her dark auburn hair, though pinned up in a stereotypically tight, librarian bun, looked thick and lush.
“Hi, we’re in the same class. I’m Megan Watson,” she said, extending her hand.
Alexus took it quickly then let go, “I…I know. Uh, that is, I… My name is Alexus…Alexus Mitchell.”
“That’s a beautiful name.”
“Uh, so…so’s yours,” Alexus said, her voice a hoarse whisper throughout the exchange.
“Thank you.”
“Uh, what do you w-want?”
Megan was even more intrigued by this timid girl. She decided then and there that she was going to help Alexus break out of her shell. She wanted to befriend this shy beauty.
But, truth be told, if she could share Alexus’ bed, all the better. She decided to test her new friend’s reactions.
“Well, I saw that there are several books on Sappho. Do you happen to know which one is the best? Both about her and with samples of her poetry?”
‘Sappho? This girl was interested in Sappho?’ Alexus thought. ‘She doesn’t look like…’
Instead of finishing that thought, Alexus looked up again at Megan and was momentarily stunned by the girl’s beautiful eyes. “Um, well…there isn’t too much of her actual poetry left anymore. But there is a book…” Alexus turned to the computer terminal next to her and quickly typed in a request.
“Uh, h-here is… This book…” Alexus stopped when she realized that Megan couldn’t see the screen. Then, when Megan came around the desk and leaned over Alexus, the brunette’s mouth went dry.
Megan lightly brushed her breast against Alexus’ shoulder in a move that most would consider accidental. She noticed the girl didn’t wear perfume but she had a healthy, clean aroma that was infinitely sexier.
“Oh, yes, I saw that book. But it’s checked out. Well, maybe I can get on a list to get it when it comes in?”
Alexus, conscious of the heat on her back where the girl’s breast accidentally brushed her. glanced back and said, “I…I suppose so…”
“Can you help me with that?” Megan asked brightly. She still leaned over the other girl. She knew she was pushing it but there was something about Alexus Mitchell. Finally she moved back to the front of the desk – she didn’t want to spook her.
“Y-yes. Just g-give me your name and phone number. Uh, I mean your phone number. You…you already told me…” Alexus handed her a request slip.
“That’s okay. I’m Megan Watson,” the blonde repeated.
She reached over and took the slip Alexus was offering and filled in her address and phone number. Then she smiled again and handed it back. “And here’s my phone number.
“You can get me there just about any time. Or leave a message. Thank you, Alexus. Nice to finally talk to you too.”
“Uh, yeah, n-nice to meet you, too,” Alexus said quietly.
Megan smiled and headed towards one of the study rooms. Alexus sat there lost in thought. She could still feel the soft weight of the other girl’s breast on her shoulder and smell her perfume. And her smile…there wasn’t anything there but friendship and… What?
Alexus forgot the book in front of her, all she could see was Megan’s face with that beautiful smile and those incredible eyes…
Those eyes almost had Alexus tell the blonde that she was the one who had checked out the book of ancient lesbian love poems.
* * * * * *
For two weeks, little changed. Megan always had a bright smile and a cherry ‘hello’ for Alexus when they saw each other before or after class. Alexus gave her a timid reply, somewhat afraid of the bouncy young woman again.
Megan was becoming disheartened. While she didn’t expect the girl to just call her up out of the blue, she had hoped that Alexus would say something more than a grunted ‘hi’. She had attempted to initiate a conversation but the girl gave mono-syllabic replies and grunts in response to Megan’s questions and statements.
While discouraging, it also made the girl more interesting to Megan. And, the young blonde had to admit, sexier for some reason she couldn’t quite pin down.
One Saturday afternoon, Megan was down in the Stacks looking for a particular book. As she wandered through the endless rows of books, trying to figure out the Dewey Decimal System, she caught a glimpse of Alexus, in her usual drab sweater and long skirt, down one of the cross aisles reshelving books. With a plan beginning to form, she headed for the shy brunette.
Alexus heard and saw Megan but hoped she wasn’t coming over. She was scared at how she was reacting whenever the other girl was near. Her throat would go dry, her knees become slightly unstable and she felt a strange, tingly warmth between her legs.
“Alexus! Hi!” Megan said.
Alexus glanced at her then back to the cartload of books. She managed to mutter, “Uh, hi.”
“Could you help me? This Dewey guy must’ve been a practical joker. I can’t figure this system out to save my life,” Megan chuckled.
Alexus looked at her and quietly said, “It’s really very simple.”
Megan smiled, “Well, maybe to you but I’m just a dumb blonde…”
“No…no you’re not.”
Megan smiled, “Thanks. I’m not but I am confused. I need to find this book…”
Alexus took the slip and nodded. “It’s over here…”
The girl led the way through the vacant rows to the aisle in question. “Why…”
“Why what?” Megan asked.
“N-nothing.”
“No, please. Ask me.”
“Wh-why did you say you were a dumb blonde?”
“It was a joke. I know I’m not or else how could I keep getting the grades I do since I wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping with any of our professors.” Megan winked at Alexus as she added, “Well, not most of them anyway.”
“I…I can’t believe…” Alexus was turning bright red and looking around for something that could take her away from this very uncomfortable discussion.
“What? That I find a teacher attractive? Or that I find most of them not attractive?”
“Th-that you… At all!”
“Don’t you, Alexus?”
“No. I don’t think…” Alexus turned her back on her companion.
“How about Coach Johannsen?” Megan asked, picking the faculty member that the school paper named most eligible bachelor on campus.
Alexus shook her head. But whether she was shaking her head in amazement at the conversation or she was indicating the football coach wasn’t attractive was impossible to deduce.
“What about Professor Mills?” Megan asked, naming their mythology instructor. And one of the most attractive female professors in the entire school. “Don’t you think she’s attractive?”
“I… Well, I suppose that… But I’m not…” Alexus felt her heart hammering in her chest. What was this girl trying to do? Why was she asking these questions?
“Not what?” Megan whispered, her breath tickling Alexus’ ear. “Not attracted to women?”
Alexus turned, an unusual steely resolve forming in her. “NO!” she shouted. “I’m not…interested…”
Her voice faded as she found herself practically nose to nose with Megan. She was staring into those darkened eyes and lost her train of thought.
Megan continued to whisper, “Alexus, you know that’s a very pretty name. I’ve never met anyone named Alexus who wasn’t very pretty.”
Alexus blushed at the compliment and said, “I’m not pretty. I’m not…”
“Oh yes, you are. You are very pretty. And very sexy…”
Megan brushed her lips over Alexus’ own. She felt the heat and trembling in the other girl but backed away. Alexus leaned in towards her for a moment then quickly looked away.
Staring at the shelf in front of her, Alexus asked, in a very shaky voice, “Wh…why did… Why did you do…that?”
“Because I wanted to. I…I wanted to show you that you are beautiful. And desirable.”
“You…you w-want… I mean you l-like me?” Alexus’ face was directed at the floor but she looked back, her eyes quickly darting to Megan’s face then falling.
Megan took her gently by the shoulders and turned her. “Yes. I like you. And I’d like to be your friend. If you don’t…”
Alexus sighed inwardly in disappointment, she knew women kissed friends hello. That must’ve been what Megan did.
And yet, the idea of this gorgeous girl as a friend appealed to Alexus while it scared her. She pulled up some of that steel she showed moments before and said, “I…I’d like to be your friend too…”
“Great. How soon do you get off work?”
“Uh, well, I’m not really on the schedule today. I, um, I just came in to help out…”
“Well, let’s go to the Union and get some coffee or a Coke or…”
“Wh-what about your book?”
“Oh yeah, let’s grab that. I’ll get it checked out while you get your stuff and…” Megan finished her sentence with a bye-bye wave.
“Uh, al…alright. I guess.”
“Listen, Alexus. If you’d rather not…”
“NO! No, I…I do…”
“Okay, where’s my book?” Megan asked with a big, friendly smile.
She turned the same smile on Alexus when the girl exited the library several minutes later. Alexus had taken so long that Megan began to wonder if she’d changed her mind.
“So, wanna go to the coffee shop in the Union? Or we could go to Bernie’s,” Megan offered. Bernie’s was a quiet bar away from campus that was frequented by the locals mainly – until later in the evening. “You do drink, don’t you?”
“Wh…why do you ask?”
“Well, I don’t know if you had religious beliefs or…”
“I’m Catholic,” Alexus replied quickly. “I mean, I was raised… I don’t… Not anymore.”
Megan nodded, “Yeah, me too. So, which would you prefer? Or is there some where else?”
“May…maybe we could just…uh, take a walk?”
Megan looked around, it was a brisk but not uncomfortable fall day. Sunny and the trees were all in the midst of their fall colors. A walk sounded good.
They walked around campus then out into the town, talking and getting to know each other. Megan found herself holding up a lot of the conversation but she was happy that Alexus was willing to tell her things and give her opinions on things. Even if those opinions were offered more as questions.
And Megan began to put together the other girl’s life. She was beginning to understand why Alexus was so quiet and shy. She found herself wanting to throttle the kids who had tormented her new friend. And the girl’s parents too.
Megan said something along those lines but less violent and Alexus spoke up sharply. “No. Mom and Dad are great! They’re always there for me. And my brother.”
“A new side to you. I kinda like it,” Megan said with a giggle.
Alexus blushed and turned away. Fortunately her outburst was not witnessed, they’d moved into a virtually deserted park several blocks from campus.
“Hey, I meant what I said. I liked seeing a more assertive side to you.”
Alexus didn’t respond so Megan fell back on the previous conversation, hoping in part to see that steely resolve once again.
“So they were always there for you, but they didn’t see what you were going through…?”
“I didn’t tell them. I didn’t want to upset them I guess.” Alexus snorted, a sound caused Megan to stop dead in her tracks. “I guess I’m like them in a lot of ways.”
“Oh?” Megan asked as they resumed walking.
“Mom and Dad are really very smart. They just don’t always see the forest for the trees, you know?”
“I do know. A very good friend of mine was great with math and science but he had no clue about women. I had to give him pointers about what to do and especially who liked him.”
“That was…nice of you.”
“Well, he and I are friends. And I wanted him to have the best. Since I play in a different league…”
Sighing inwardly when Alexus didn’t say anything, Megan walked on silently for almost a block. She was trying to get a feel for the girl beside her. So far, little besides her family seemed to get any major reaction from her.
Could she be involved with her family? Megan thought that very unlikely. And Alexus’ question helped confirm that.
“W-would you like to g-go out with my brother?” she muttered.
“Huh?” Megan responded.
“Well, you said something about a league. And he’s a great baseball player…” Alexus’ words trailed off as she realized she really had little idea what she was saying. She was only making herself look foolish to Megan.
Megan smiled, the girl’s naiveté was charming. She wasn’t ignoring Megan’s hints and clues: the little librarian had missed them completely.
‘Time to lay my cards on the table,’ Megan decided.
“Alexus, what I meant about playing in a different league… It was a euphemism for my…orientation. You see, I like women.”
Alexus nodded slowly, seeming to understand. Regardless, Megan decided to lay it all out for the other girl. “I like them for friendship. For support. For love.”
Megan put her hand on Alexus forearm, halting the other girl. “I like you.”
Alexus focused on the ground until she felt Megan’s warm hand on her cheek, gently moving her face up. She looked deep into Megan’s bluish-green eyes, captivated. When Megan kissed her, she didn’t even think of pulling away.
Like the earlier kiss in the stacks, this was a simple meeting of their lips. Megan, heartened that Alexus didn’t pull away, leaned in again and kissed her friend a little more forcefully.
Alexus thought her heart would burst from her chest, it was throbbing so hard. And the feeling between her legs was almost painful in it’s intensity. Dare she follow through?
Looking at Megan, she saw only love and desire. Throwing caution to the wind for perhaps the first time in her life, Alexus leaned in and kissed Megan.
After a long moment of intense contact, Megan pulled back. “Thank you.”
Alexus looked puzzled but before she could ask, Megan cupped the back of her head and kissed her again. This time her tongue slipped out and traced the brunette’s quivering lips. When they remained closed, Megan pushed against them until her tongue was able to slide into Alexus’ mouth.
With a low moan, Alexus melted into Megan’s arms. The wonderful sensation of the girl’s tongue in her mouth, searching and probing, playing with her tongue… Alexus had never felt anything so wonderful. What if she were to…
Megan almost giggled with happiness when Alexus’ tongue slipped into her mouth. The shy girl was clumsy but it was so exciting for the young blonde.
After several long minutes, they pulled back. “I…I never…”
“What?” Alexus turned red and looked away. “Was that your first kiss?”
Alexus nodded, feeling suddenly miserable. Surely this girl wouldn’t be interested in someone as like her.
“Did you enjoy it?” Alexus nodded again.
Megan was thrilled. She had managed to break a chink in the girl’s protective armor. And apparently she had the joy of being the one to give Alexus her first real lover’s kiss. Megan began to understand the fascination men seemed to have with virgins.
Her thoughts were jerked back to the present when she saw tears in Alexus’ beautiful eyes. “Hey! What’s wrong? I thought you enjoyed it?”
“I…I did. B-but you can’t want someone who’s never…”
Megan lifter the girl’s chin with her fingertips. Smiling, she said, “Oh but you are so wrong. I do want you. More than ever.”
Alexus touched her lips, marveling at the sensations she was still experiencing. The taste of Megan was new but wonderful. The shy girl made one of the most momentous decisions of her young life.
She placed her hand at the back of Megan’s head and pulled the blonde’s mouth to hers. This time, she invaded Megan’s mouth with her tongue.
When Megan moaned into Alexus, the brunette felt her entire body tingle. She was afraid she’d swoon right there, it was so exciting.
Megan was thrilled when Alexus initiated the kiss. The girl may not know much about kissing but Megan knew she’d be happy to teach Alexus. And to practice with her.
Feeling Alexus’ body start to slump, Megan broke the kiss. “Oh wow! Alexus…whew! That was…incredible.”
Alexus grinned broadly. “It was? Really?”
Megan nodded, “Yep! Wanna do it some more?”
Alexus merely nodded. She still couldn’t believe this beautiful, popular girl wanted her.
Megan tilted her head, gazing at her new love. “I think we need to loosen this up a bit,” she said, reaching around Alexus’ head to release her pinned-up hair.
As the auburn locks fell softly into place, Megan stared in awe. The shy girl’s lovely face was beautifully framed by her silky hair. The eyeglasses, something Megan found very sexy on a woman, added to the vision.
“You are so beautiful,” Megan breathed.
“No, I’m not…” Alexus said in denial. Before she could say anything more, Megan silenced her with another heated kiss.
Both women were left breathless when they finally separated. Both smiled at the other.
“C’mon, let’s go to my place. No one will bother us there.” Megan took Alexus’ hand and led her out of the park.
As they walked through the quiet streets of the town, Alexus was blind to the fall colors or even the people walking by looking at her newly-revealed beauty. Her mind was totally consumed by the unfamiliar concept of someone being attracted to her.
Even as she marveled at that, Alexus was beginning to feel frightened. This was a big step. The biggest of her life. Even after initiating a kiss with Megan, a major step for Alexus, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go with her feelings. What if she was no good? What if she was so lame that Megan wouldn’t want anything to do with her again? And what if that got out? She’d be a laughing stock.
For her part, Megan sensed a certain reticence in her new friend. While it was to be expected in such a new situation, Megan could feel what Alexus wasn’t even aware of as yet. The girl was scared.
They neared Megan’s place and the blonde stopped them. She had to make sure Alexus was willing to be with her.
“Alexus? Before we go too far, I want you to know that nothing will happen unless you want it to. I’d never do anything to hurt you or embarrass you.”
Alexus blinked back a sudden wash of tears at the sincerity she heard from Megan. But she had no idea what to say.
Megan filled in the long silence. “Do you want to come upstairs? We don’t have to do anything, not even talk, unless you want to. Okay?”
Alexus nodded and followed the other girl up the stairs to her apartment. Once inside, she saw a very neat, attractive place. One she felt comfortable in.
“You…you have a nice place,” Alexus said quietly.
“Thank you. I like it. And it’s small so it’s easy to keep clean.”
Alexus smiled and picked up a framed picture. “Your family?”
“Yep. That’s Mom, Dad, my irritating little brother… Hey, I’m sorry! Would you like something to drink? I have soda, beer, some wine…”
“W-water is fine,” Alexus answered.
Megan came in with a glass of ice water with a slice of lemon for her guest and a Coke for her own enjoyment.
Deciding not to force the issue, she asked, “So, Alex, tell me about your family.”
The two near-lovers spent the late afternoon talking. As it got dark, Megan turned on one of the living room lights and ordered a pizza for the two of them.
As midnight neared, Alexus yawned widely. Megan chuckled, “Guess I kept you up past your bedtime…”
Alexus had grown quite comfortable with her new friend and nodded. “I got up pretty early this morning.”
“If you want, you can crash here.” Seeing the look that flashed across Alexus’ face, Megan quickly added, “The futon is really pretty comfortable.”
Declining the offer, Alexus stood at the door for a long moment. Finally she said, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Today…well, everything.” Alexus touched her lips briefly. “And for not…”
Megan took her hand and squeezed it gently as she smiled, “You’re welcome.”
“Good night.”
Standing in the doorway, Megan leaned forward and quickly kissed Alexus lightly, “Good night.”
* * *
Over the next several weeks, the two girls saw each other quite often outside of class. They were becoming quite close. Those who knew of Megan’s lifestyle were mixed, some supposing there was a secret, torrid affair going on and the rest wondering at their friend’s apparently celibate relationship.
For Megan, this was a friendship and the beginning of a true intimacy she had wanted for so long. While she still wanted Alexus sexually, she cherished their closeness. The shy girl was quickly becoming her best friend and closest confidante.
For Alexus, this was the first true friendship she’d had outside of her family. While she had acquaintances in high school and college, none were as important to her as Megan. The fun-loving girl was helping her realize there was a lot more in life she wanted to experience.
The two influenced each other in other ways as well. While not over-doing it, Megan occasionally like to dress to catch others’ eyes. It had started when she had her navel pierced a few years before. She started wearing shirts and blouses too small for her to show off her midriff. Then short-shorts in warm weather and very tight jeans at other times. Nothing that different than most other young adults.
Since meeting Alexus, she wore slightly more demure clothing. No flashy colors or too-tight tops and pants. But, she reasoned, she’d be going out into the real world soon and should be ready. A small part of her consciousness knew she wanted to share some things only with Alexus…if the other girl ever got over her nervousness.
Alexus had also changed her appearance but it was a much more noticeable change. Gone were the ultra-tight hair buns. She still often wore it pinned up but it was softer and looser. And, after Megan showed her how, she let some strands hang alongside her face softly framing it. She also began to use a touch of makeup, mainly lip gloss.
The overall effect was enough to cause heads to turn. Some of her fellow students had no idea this emerging beauty was the quietly mousy librarians’ aide that was often found buried in the Stacks.
The brunette’s clothing was improving as well. Megan took her shopping a couple of times and insisted on specific clothes for the girl. In deference to her still repressed self-image, Megan let her get longer skirts but not the burlap-sack style (as the young blonde jokingly called Alexus’ wardrobe). Alexus even had some tops that she never thought she’d dare wear in public – clinging sweaters and pastel shirts with more than a hint of cleavage.
Soon enough, she found herself wearing those clothes as she shared a lunch or dinner and drinks with Megan. But, true to her years of shyness, she never noticed the admiring glances from others around them. Fortunately, she did notice how Megan seemed to appreciate her new look.
Alexus found her thoughts often turning to Megan. These thoughts weren’t always mere friendship. She had never forgotten the kisses they had shared. And the times that Megan had touched her face or hair as they worked together to enhance Alexus’ natural beauty were seared into the brunette’s memory.
At one time, when they were clothes shopping, she had tried on a more daring dress than she could ever imagine wearing in public. It was backless and low-cut in front with a long skirt slit nearly to her waist. When Alexus had meekly exited the dressing room, after giving into Megan’s teasing dare to try the dress on, she saw how the blonde’s eyes flashed. Saw the suppressed desire there.
It was all she could do not to masturbate in the dressing room. But she more than made up for that in the quiet of her room at night.
Some of her fantasies had been supplemented by visits to some on-line erotic story sites. She had often visited them before but had mainly read the het stories. Before meeting Megan, her interests turned to the bisexual stories.
Those interested her more than the straight sex stories until some man entered the action. Finally, after meeting Megan and subconsciously giving in to the truth, she started to read the lesbian stories almost exclusively. She found these excited her the most. And gave her fuel for her late-night fantasy excursions.
All of her masturbatory fantasies now involved women. Long-haired women. Short-haired women. Tall women, short women, buxom women, slim women. Blondes, brunettes, red heads. But all had Megan’s lovely face.
Well over a month after their friendship began, Alexus was down in the Stacks, putting up returned books. While she liked working the various desks now, she still felt most comfortable surrounded by the shelves and shelves of books.
This time she was in a hurry. She was meeting Megan for dinner. But, if she kept up her courage, it would lead a special desert.
Blushing and giggling at her own double entendre, Alexus didn’t notice Megan’s arrival.
“What’s so funny?”
“OH!” Alexus shrieked. “Megan! You scared me!”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Alexus giggled again.
“So, what’s so funny?”
Alexus blushed and scanned the area around them. Seeing no one, not unusual on late Saturday afternoon, she quickly kissed Megan.
“Oh! What was that for?”
Smiling, Alexus said, “You know what we were… A few weeks ago… You know… I was scared and you…”
“When we kissed,” Megan said. If she hadn’t, Alexus could’ve stumbled over her words for another five minutes. It was cute but Megan wanted to know what she had to say.
“Yes. Well, I think… That is, I know I’m… Oh God, why is this so hard to say?”
Megan stepped up and placed her hands lightly on Alexus’ shoulders. “Are you sure?”
Not daring to speak again, Alexus simply nodded.
Megan’s hands slid down to the middle of the girl’s back and pulled her close. “I have wanted you for so long…”
They kissed. As before, it was long, slow and quietly simmering. And, as before, Alexus felt her loins afire with need and want.
Quietly intense, the couple fused together as one, tongues dancing and moving from one mouth to the other, tasting and probing and delighting.
A loud thump jerked Megan back. “What’s that?”
Alexus, her mouth still burning with pleasure, managed to reply, “Just one of the heating ducts. It’s an old building…”
“Okay…” Megan drawled, relieved. She kissed Alexus again, her tongue thrusting and playing with the other girl’s.
Finally, after long, quiet minutes of passionate kissing, Megan pulled back.
“You’re sure you’re ready?”
Alexus nodded again, touching her lips and smiling.
“Good. Then can I ask you a favor?”
Finding her voice, Alexus replied hoarsely, “Y-yes.”
“Alexus, can I fulfill one of my fantasies here and now?”
Megan looked apprehensive but nodded. She was learning to trust and knew she could trust her friend. And lover?
Megan dropped to her knees, muttering, “I love this skirt…”
She quickly ducked under the long folds and, in the darkness, smelled her quarry. It was musky and oh-so tantalizing.
“These have to go,” she declared.
Alexus, already shocked that Megan was under her dress, let out a tiny “Eep!” when she felt her panties get tugged down to her ankles. When Megan grasped one foot, she lifted it then the other as she freed the scrap of cotton.
Warm breath flowed against Alexus’ wetness. She quivered and grasped one of the shelf supports. Her grip tightened and she almost passed out when she felt Megan’s tongue part her hidden treasure.
“Oh G-god!” Alexus breathed. She had never felt anything like the exquisite softness of Megan’s tongue against her pussy.
Having dreamed of this girl for so long, and getting chance to enjoy a fantasy of public sex, Megan decided to enjoy this while she could.
Slowly, her tongue traced the outer, then the inner lips of the woman over her. She tasted Alexus’ secretions and they were like an aphrodisiac to her – she had to have more.
After learning every nook, cranny, and fold of the labia with her tongue, Megan lightly nibbled on the puffy, aroused flesh. Taking one of the lips in her teeth, she pulled a bit until she heard a quiet, muffled squeak. Then she repeated the action on the other protruding lip.
All the while, the girl’s fluids were seeping onto her lips and chin. Megan licked at the extra nectar before going back to the source.
Alexus quivered with each touch of Megan’s tongue and lips. When she felt her labia being tugged, the sensation quivered along her nervous system. But when that wonderful tongue entered her, she felt again like she would collapse. Screwing her eyes shut, she saw multi-colored stars flaring behind her eyelids. Her knuckles were white where she was grasping the shelf supports.
Megan, in darkness herself, found the target of her desire unerringly every time she pulled away. Once she pushed her tongue inside, she sealed her lips around the other girl’s nether lips.
‘An X-rated French kiss,’ she thought as she tongue-fucked Alexus. Each thrust was rewarded with another sample of the brunette’s sweetly musky cum.
Soon, her exploring tongue found that special spot. As she touched Alexus’ g-spot, the girl moaned and her knees sagged on either side of Megan. The blonde used on hand to brace a smooth thigh while the other supported the softest ass she had ever touched.
And her tongue continued to thrust and contact the hidden nerve bundle.
Alexus knew orgasms from her personal explorations but none of them were like this. Everything exploded into whiteness behind her closed lids and she lost track of everything but the ultimate sensations coming from her vagina. Her pussy. Her…
Her mind blanked out and she would’ve fallen but for Megan’s firm hands.
Megan planted another, lighter kiss in the brown thatch of hair above the wet heat as she let Alexus calm briefly. At least that was her plan. Then her tongue snuck out to play.
After tasting the girl in her own pubic hair, Megan wanted more. Again. Her tongue slipped through the kinky curls to the momentary center of Alexus’ entire existence. It slipped inside easily, resuming the ‘French kiss’.
After tongue-kissing Alexus long and thoroughly under her dress, Megan decided to finish this particular interlude. Moving up a fraction of an inch, she found the girl’s not-so shy clitoris standing out proudly from it’s protective hood.
Gently but insistently, she assailed that marvelous nub of pleasure.
This time, Alexus did pass out. The pleasure was so intense that everything whited out for her. When she finally came back to herself, she was amazed to find she was still standing.
Megan, sitting on her heels but outside the folds of the long skirt, smiled up at her. “I knew you weren’t a screamer. But, oh my, you do cum, don’t you?”
Alexus pulled the blonde up and kissed her, tasting herself for the first time. Her tongue insistently searched her new lover’s mouth as she tasted herself over and over.
Pulling back, she smiled shyly.
“What?” Megan asked, hoping she already knew the answer. She did.
“I want to…do that to you, too.”
“Is there somewhere more private?”
Alexus glanced around then nodded, “Yes. Down here. Come on.” She grabbed her lover’s hand and led the way through the shelves.
Megan, happily amazed by the sudden assertiveness of her girlfriend, followed. She was also very excited. She had already been the first to sample Alexus’ favors but she was also going to be Alexus’ first lover. And, needless to say, her first woman lover.
They came to a locked door with a small keypad. Alexus glanced over her shoulder and smiled, “This is the room they store rare books. No one comes down here. It’s sealed with humidity control…”
Alexus looked back at the key pad. “I shouldn’t do this but…” she muttered with a wicked giggle.
Keying in the combination, she pulled the blonde into the room beyond. After closing the door, she flipped on the light.
The room was full of glass-fronted bookcases, each full of books. Most were obviously ancient manuscripts but there were a few old paperbacks mixed in among the leather-bound tomes and the age-old scrolls. In the center, under a bank of shaded lamps, was a long oak table with chairs scattered around it.
Alexus kissed Megan again. As the brunette’s tongue sought hers out, Megan knew she could easily get very used to this new, aggressive side of her friend.
Alexus’ hands fumbled with the buttons on Megan’s jeans. Finally, she managed to open the pants and dropped to her knees and peeled the denim down the long, shapely legs.
Admiring the sky-blue, lacy thong covering the blonde’s sex, Alexus grasped her hips and spun Megan around. The blue material disappeared in between her round cheeks.
Caressing the warm flesh, Alexus planted several soft kisses on both cheeks. As she rubbed her cheek on one cushiony buttock, she pulled the thong down to the floor.
Emboldened by her new love’s daring, she decided now it was her turn to fulfill a forbidden fantasy. Alexus pressed her face into the warm fissure, nuzzling Megan’s ass. Her tongue slid out and licked up and down the blonde’s crease, pausing to swab at the hidden rosebud.
Megan, who had never had a lover touch her in such a way, moaned loudly. This was incredible! The mousy little librarian was not only into women but into their asses as well!
Not that Megan was complaining.
Reaching around the girl’s hips, Alexus used her fingers to fondle Megan the way she masturbated at home. With her tongue darting around and pushing at the tight sphincter, she felt the extreme arousal of her new partner.
Fingers slid easily into the hot pussy, stroking the inner walls as Alexus’ thumb stroked around the still-hooded clitoris. That little nubbin slowly eased itself out as Megan became even more aroused.
Megan, turned on by bringing Alexus to two orgasms in a public part of the library, was already close to climaxing. When she felt the tongue at her ass, she was close to the edge. At the gentle touch of fingers in her pussy, she was on the edge. When the thumb brushed her clit, she went over the edge, falling across the table as her strength left her.
Alexus was rewarded with a tightening around the tip of her tongue and a gush of wetness on her hand. She quickly brought that around and tasted Megan. It was wonderful, the girl tasted as good as she smelled. And Alexus loved Megan’s aroma.
After thoroughly cleaning her fingers, she bent lower and took her first taste of another woman directly from her core. Megan could only shudder as Alexus licked at her nearly over-aroused sex.
Smiling, thinking it was only fair, Alexus continued to explore this unknown, but very lovely territory with her lips and tongue. Suckling on the painfully hard clit brought another gush from Megan’s pussy which Alexus happily lapped up.
Minutes later, when Megan came back to reality, she was amazed to find herself sitting on Alexus’ lap. The brunette, her glasses smeared with Megan’s secretions, smiled happily at her.
“My God! You’ve never done that before? You’re sure?” Alexus nodded, her smile broadening. “You are a natural. And a wonder!”
Alexus, her fears of inadequacy with Megan stilled forever, kissed her lover. “I want to do this in a bed,” she whispered as she stroked the blond tuft between Megan’s legs. “All night long.
“And tomorrow night. And the night after. And…”
Megan silenced her with a deep, loving kiss.
* * *
Five years later, Megan was working for a major corporation in their accounting department. She was already an assistant manager and rapidly working her way up the ladder.
Alexus worked for the city’s main library. She had managed to become the custodian of their rare books division as well as Chief Assistant Librarian. And soon to be the youngest Chief Librarian in the city’s history.
On the fifth anniversary of their first time, just like every year before, Megan left work early and met her soulmate in the Stacks to renew their commitment in a dangerously exciting way. (This year, Alexus wore some daring black lace undies for her woman.) This was always followed by a long, leisurely night of loving and cuddling at their home.
Both always managed to take off the day after. They needed the time to recover.
And to frolic some more.
The End (for us).